We’ve had a handful of snows in Minneapolis this year, and it’s been so fun to play in it with Owen because he can actually walk more than 1.7 steps without falling this year. And when we drove down to my parents’ for Thanksgiving, we basically drove into a winter wonderland:
One morning, we took a walk on a state trail made on an old rail-road track line with my dad.
It was stunning. And more importantly, so quiet. And the Country Mouse within kept whispering: Why do you live where the snow is muddy and gray? This is how Owen feels about winter. How he has always felt about winter, even as a tiny, tiny baby. The second we’d take him outside, even on bitterly cold days, his face would be overtaken by smile. Elsa, on the other hand, does not seem to have inherited our Russian/Scandinavian tolerance for the cold like her brother before her. This is her “Why Don’t We Live Closer To the Equator” face:
We did a lot of sledding, and traipsing through the snow, and snow wrestling, and explaining just exactly why it is that we do not eat yellow snow. It was such a sweet time with family and food, each experience made more significant by the fact that my parents are trying to sell the house I grew up in, surrounded by the woods and quiet that defined so much of my childhood. Despite the fact that it takes me 35 minutes, at minimum, to dress my children for winter and get outside, it does us so much good to breathe cold air and discover all the different types of snow, and get our ruddy cheeks on. ‘Tis the season for snow!